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Post by codystarbuck on Jan 22, 2024 21:43:48 GMT -5
I loved playing with army men when I was younger. I wasn't otherwise big into G.I. Joe or military or gun toys or play like some other kids, but somehow they were fun.
When I was a kid here in the South, and when it was cicada season, I would go around and pick up cicada molts off of the tree trunks (they were everywhere) and create my own scenario with the cicada husks as alien invaders vs. my green army men.
Of course, I would assist my valiant miniature plastic battalion with the aid of my BB gun vs. the invading "giant" cicadas.
If only I had a Super-8 camera and some black & white film, I could have been the next Roger Corman.
Ah, the days of childhood before the advent of game consoles and other digital devices... when one's own imagination ruled the day and a kid's biggest summertime worries were yellowjackets, ticks, and stepping on sandspurs, barefoot.
Or hot ash, if your somewhat dangerous grandfather burned some cardboard on the open ground, instead of the burn barrel......second degree burns on my foot! Some years later, he accidentally burned down the railroad ties that formed my dad's compost heap, in our back yard, while using the burn barrel. The man could not be trusted, with matches! What made it worse was that my dad was away, at my other grandparent's home, because my grandmother was dying. My maternal grandparents came to stay with us, while my mom went down to be with him, then came and got us for the funeral, after she passed away. It was her bather who was dangerous with the matches, not by dad's father. He had more sense. When we got home, my dad say the pile of ashes that used to be his compost heap. We told him and I am pretty sure he fought down a curse, he was about to utter. Actually, he liked my maternal grandfather and we used to go camping and fishing quite a lot, before his death. He just acted a little reckless, at times. He used to collect worms by planting a metal stake into the ground, hooked to an electrical cord, running off of house current, shocking them to the surface. We stayed the hell away from him, when he was doing that. By contrast, my dad used to go over to our local church and the high school, after a ran, and just pick up big nightcrawlers off the ground, when they came out. He then built a box and created a worm farm, to provide bait. Of course, he was a science teacher.
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Post by impulse on Jan 22, 2024 23:10:57 GMT -5
stepping on sandspurs, barefoot. I unfortunately know that pain all too well. Yellowjackets suck, too.
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Post by berkley on Jan 23, 2024 1:59:49 GMT -5
When I was a kid here in the South, and when it was cicada season, I would go around and pick up cicada molts off of the tree trunks (they were everywhere) and create my own scenario with the cicada husks as alien invaders vs. my green army men.
Of course, I would assist my valiant miniature plastic battalion with the aid of my BB gun vs. the invading "giant" cicadas.
If only I had a Super-8 camera and some black & white film, I could have been the next Roger Corman.
Ah, the days of childhood before the advent of game consoles and other digital devices... when one's own imagination ruled the day and a kid's biggest summertime worries were yellowjackets, ticks, and stepping on sandspurs, barefoot.
Or hot ash, if your somewhat dangerous grandfather burned some cardboard on the open ground, instead of the burn barrel......second degree burns on my foot! Some years later, he accidentally burned down the railroad ties that formed my dad's compost heap, in our back yard, while using the burn barrel. The man could not be trusted, with matches! What made it worse was that my dad was away, at my other grandparent's home, because my grandmother was dying. My maternal grandparents came to stay with us, while my mom went down to be with him, then came and got us for the funeral, after she passed away. It was her bather who was dangerous with the matches, not by dad's father. He had more sense. When we got home, my dad say the pile of ashes that used to be his compost heap. We told him and I am pretty sure he fought down a curse, he was about to utter. Actually, he liked my maternal grandfather and we used to go camping and fishing quite a lot, before his death. He just acted a little reckless, at times. He used to collect worms by planting a metal stake into the ground, hooked to an electrical cord, running off of house current, shocking them to the surface. We stayed the hell away from him, when he was doing that. By contrast, my dad used to go over to our local church and the high school, after a ran, and just pick up big nightcrawlers off the ground, when they came out. He then built a box and created a worm farm, to provide bait. Of course, he was a science teacher.
If this were a Marvel comic, I suspect it would be the science teacher, or more likely one of his students, who came up with the elaborate scheme using electricity, and the wise old-timer who saved himself the trouble and simply waited for it to rain.
And the whole thing would have gone wrong through some unforeseen flaw and the precocious young science nerd would have been electrocuted himself. But on the plus side, he probably would have gained the powers of a worm.
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Post by EdoBosnar on Jan 23, 2024 3:50:02 GMT -5
stepping on sandspurs, barefoot. I unfortunately know that pain all too well. Yellowjackets suck, too. Indeed they do. Based on relatively recent experience, I can say that yellowjackets have absolutely the worst stings - yep, even worse than hornets.
Interestingly enough, I hardly got stung or bitten by anything as a kid, even though I grew up in a pretty rural area and did quite a bit of horsing around outdoors - got stung by bees maybe twice, once by a wasp (at school!) and never even saw a tick, much less get one little bloodsuckers attached to me (again, that happened a few times more recently - so I guess the lesson is that the outdoors are more perilous in Croatia than Oregon's Willamette Valley).
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Post by impulse on Jan 23, 2024 9:05:16 GMT -5
Indeed they do. Based on relatively recent experience, I can say that yellowjackets have absolutely the worst stings - yep, even worse than hornets. Interestingly enough, I hardly got stung or bitten by anything as a kid, even though I grew up in a pretty rural area and did quite a bit of horsing around outdoors - got stung by bees maybe twice, once by a wasp (at school!) and never even saw a tick, much less get one little bloodsuckers attached to me (again, that happened a few times more recently - so I guess the lesson is that the outdoors are more perilous in Croatia than Oregon's Willamette Valley).
I got stung around last year. I didn't get a good look at the bastard, but I think it was an orange palette, so maybe a hornet or wasp? That hurt like A MOTHER ****ER. Worse than I recall being stung by a yellowjacket as a kid, and THAT HURT. It took a long time to heal and was a surprisingly big wound. I still don't know what it was, but yeah, that's the most painful sting I can recall, and it was excruciating. Let's see, I've been stung by yellowjackets, bitten by ants, got leeches on my leg once which was just creepy. I hardly felt them. Asshole mega wasp above. I've been bitten by spiders and mosquitos, but for the latter, I've had a reprieve lately. For whatever reason they seem to drastically prefer my dad and my wife, so if I'm with them I get off easy. Geez, that's a lot, and I'm mostly an indoors-preferred nerdy kid. I can't imagine what perpetually outdoors folks deal with.
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Post by codystarbuck on Jan 23, 2024 11:30:14 GMT -5
I've been stung by a wasp once, while exiting a vehicle and placing my hand on the top rim of the door, where a wasp happened to have landed. Hurt like a mofo.
I have dealt with ticks, after camping. Hot end of an extinguished match takes care of them fairly easily. No leeches, apart from an older brother, when he was in the military and broke all the time.
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Post by EdoBosnar on Jan 23, 2024 11:30:23 GMT -5
I got stung around last year. I didn't get a good look at the bastard, but I think it was an orange palette, so maybe a hornet or wasp? That hurt like A MOTHER ****ER. Worse than I recall being stung by a yellowjacket as a kid, and THAT HURT. It took a long time to heal and was a surprisingly big wound. I still don't know what it was, but yeah, that's the most painful sting I can recall, and it was excruciating. Let's see, I've been stung by yellowjackets, bitten by ants, got leeches on my leg once which was just creepy. I hardly felt them. Asshole mega wasp above. I've been bitten by spiders and mosquitos, but for the latter, I've had a reprieve lately. For whatever reason they seem to drastically prefer my dad and my wife, so if I'm with them I get off easy. Geez, that's a lot, and I'm mostly an indoors-preferred nerdy kid. I can't imagine what perpetually outdoors folks deal with. Yes, exactly. Both times I got stung by a yellowjacket, there was incredible swelling and it seemed to take forever to heal (and it was really tender and painful to boot). Hornet stings hurt more in the moment - it's like a combination of an electric shock and being stabbed with a needle - but the pain doesn't really linger, nor does it swell up very much. By the next day it's like a rather large mosquito bite, more itchy than painful.
You also reminded me that I did get bitten by one of those big ants once, but that was no big deal, kind of like getting pinched. And I don't even count mosquito bites.
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Post by impulse on Jan 23, 2024 12:26:11 GMT -5
Yeah, regular ant bites are more annoying than painful. Fire ants, on the other hand, are aptly named.
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Post by Calidore on Jan 23, 2024 14:01:01 GMT -5
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Post by Rags on Jan 24, 2024 18:49:51 GMT -5
I really hate spine-splits. And they are rampant in this book. Granted, it was a giant-sized squarebound DELL and they probably thought all those squealing, screaming girls who spent 35c on this book 60 years ago would tear out all the pin-ups anyway....
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Post by Rags on Jan 24, 2024 23:38:48 GMT -5
Not too keen on facial-hair Spidey...not to impugn those who look similar, just never imagined him looking like this.
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Post by tartanphantom on Jan 25, 2024 0:12:53 GMT -5
Not too keen on facial-hair Spidey...not to impugn those who look similar, just never imagined him looking like this.
In that illustration, he almost looks like Mad Magazine's Alfred E. Neuman with a glue-on fake beard.
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Post by shaxper on Jan 25, 2024 8:34:29 GMT -5
Not too keen on facial-hair Spidey...not to impugn those who look similar, just never imagined him looking like this. Especially weird because MJ's freckles make her look fourteen in contrast.
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Post by Icctrombone on Jan 25, 2024 8:36:37 GMT -5
I've been stung by a wasp once, You had a fight with Muhammed Ali ?
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Post by Icctrombone on Jan 25, 2024 8:37:16 GMT -5
I really hate spine-splits. And they are rampant in this book. Granted, it was a giant-sized squarebound DELL and they probably thought all those squealing, screaming girls who spent 35c on this book 60 years ago would tear out all the pin-ups anyway....
Staple it.
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